"If you keep resisting, sothing bad might happen."
Mu Yichen warned her, and then began to slide her gown down from her shoulders.
Qin Mu...
"What kind of bad thing?"
Qin Mu’s hands guarded her own shoulders to prevent his success while she asked quietly.
"For example, the wedding dress your master sent you might get ruined."
Imdiately, Qin Mu’s hands lost their strength.
Mu Yichen let out a smile, no, a wicked one.
"Now—"
"Go to the bed!"
Qin Mu said seriously, then turned to head to the bed.
"I’ll carry you!"
Mu Yichen suddenly declared.
Qin Mu looked up at him in shock, but he effortlessly picked her up in a bridal carry.
Sohow, her eyes grew moist.
Qin Mu gazed at his sharp features, at his cold visage.
Was he no longer capable of smiling?
Thinking back to what her master had asked him that night, and his response, Qin Mu lowered her head again, restraining the turmoil in her heart, forcing back the mist in her eyes.
"If I think about it, although it’s always you who cos to , from childhood to now it seems like you’ve always been the one who calls the shots, like I’ve always listened to you."
"Are you trying to say you’re like a little lapdog?"
Mu Yichen set her down on the bed, responding to her soft voice with a question of his own.
"You’re the lapdog!"
Qin Mu muttered.
Even if she had always listened to him, she too was a person, a living, breathing, temperantal human being.
She certainly wasn’t foolish enough to compare herself to any random cat or dog.
It was just that upon further thought, she felt sowhat saddened.
There had never been anything like fairness between the two of them, he had always been the executor, the one to give the orders.
His hand had already slipped under her dress, wickedly telling her that he wanted her to do it with him while still wearing the dress.
In truth, whether she wore it or what she wore didn’t matter, if he liked it, she would feel good about it, would be able to find the feeling.
Mu Yichen suddenly flipped her beneath him, "Stop thinking such nonsense. There’s nothing to question about n being stronger than won. All you need to know is that there’s nobody else in my heart, and it’s not possible for anyone else to have my body either."
A few seconds passed before Qin Mu couldn’t help but let out a laugh, "You think you’re giving quite a lot, don’t you?"
"If you feel it’s not enough, I’ll continue to work hard in the future."
Mu Yichen spoke, but rather than kissing her lips, he placed his mouth directly on her elegant neck.
She had actually put powder on her neck that day.
But it seed that didn’t matter anymore.
He was irritated.
—
That evening, at the grand banquet, Qin Mu and Mu Yichen happily played along with the professional host.
Mu Yichen even knelt down to her in public, making a promise.
"In the future, for as many years as we live, we’ll be together. And when we die, let our children bury us in the sa grave."
For so reason, the people around them didn’t dare to laugh imdiately.
It wasn’t until Jing Feng led the applause that others slowly began clapping and then cheering.
Such a declaration made Rongcheng buzz for days and beca the ultimate tool for proposals.
But Qin Mu, she detested his public declaration that night.
Helian Hao and Wen Runuan stood together, with Wen Runuan whispering into Helian Hao’s ear, "What’s up with Young Master Mu?"
"Who knows? They’ve been at odds not just for a day or two."
Helian Hao exhaled helplessly, annoyed by their current situation.
Afterward, they laughed together, and Qin Mu even tip-toed to kiss his neck.
Um!
She left a trail of deep bite marks on his neck.
Mu Yichen held her by the waist, no, he gripped it.
As her teeth bit increasingly harder into his neck, the grip of his hand grew tighter.
Perhaps the skin on his waist was already reddened.
But it didn’t matter.
"Now let’s have the bride and groom tell us their love history, shall we? I hear you’ve been childhood sweethearts, but there must have been soone who made the first move, right?"
The host interacted with the audience, bringing about laughter, with so assuming it was surely Mr. Mu who took initiative, while the girls suspected it was Qin Mu who first seduced Mu Yichen.
"So who was it that broke through that layer of ’window paper’?"
The host, holding a microphone, stood beside the couple.
Mu Yichen looked at Qin Mu, who was just watching the audience, maintaining her perfect composure.
"It was !"
Mu Yichen thought for a mont, then spoke into the microphone.
His admission was prompt, eliciting imdiate whistles from the audience.
"When was it? I heard that you both traveled to Paris together when you were very young, so it must have been a confession in Paris, right?"
The host kept probing.
Everyone seated below listened attentively, as if this were a topic of great curiosity.
"The first ti I kissed her was in Paris when she was thirteen, I suppose!"
Mu Yichen answered, then turned to look at Qin Mu as if seeking her confirmation.
Qin Mu’s eyes shone like starlight as she smiled and spoke into the microphone, "I can’t rember clearly. It was a dark night on the way ho, a domineering CEO-style taking. But back then, Mu didn’t tell he liked ."
For so reason, the atmosphere turned awkward.
"Oh? Is there anything Mr. Mu would like to say to the bride? It seems that the bride is not very satisfied with your answer."
The host kept smiling; he had seen a lot of such scenes.
"I probably haven’t properly confessed before getting the marriage certificate, but leaving my family to follow a girl since my teens, I think that’s already the longest confession.—Don’t you think?"
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